Transform Into the Marvel World

The elder Otto Strak believed that he had eliminated the mutant cells in his son's body, and his life's efforts were not in vain. Unfortunately, after a few years of good times, his son grew up, married and had children, and started his own family.

Granddaughters and grandchildren were born one after another, and the sixty-year-old was stunned when they saw the same cellular characteristics as their parents.

After two generations, mutant cells reappeared. Although the cells have not yet reached the stage of manifestation, these cells have been studied for a lifetime, and some subtle features all explain one thing.

Most of his own son has not been cured, and now it is passed on to his grandchildren by inheritance. Old Otto feels that his hard work of more than 30 years has been wasted.

The originally lax research work became tense again. It happened that the old Worthington was kidnapped by Stryker because of his son, the mutant Worthington III codenamed "Angel", and he escaped from the dead. He was even more eager for his son. Investment in the research room.

The old Otto has been working overtime today. He not only has to find the common ground between himself and the ordinary mutants, but also makes more refined and improved inhibitor experiments on this basis.

He drove the car back to the apartment alone. He was already very old. If he didn't rest well and got dizzy, he couldn't do tomorrow's research.

Forcing himself to stop thinking and passing by a convenience store, he bought some milk and food to eat tomorrow morning.

When he passed a corner, he found a child who couldn't see his face curled up between two trash cans. The sound of old Otto's footsteps when he walked by awakened him. When the child raised his head, he and the old man looked at each other. Then the child quickly lowered his head and shrank himself into the trash can.

A little beggar, the old Otto is not the Virgin, he does not want to be nosy.

After the New York War, in order to prevent foreigners from talking nonsense, the New York City government cleaned up the vagrants on the street twice. At that time, it seemed to be a lot better. Now nearly a year has passed. On the street, the number is not only not less, but also a lot more.

Old Otto took two steps forward, the child's pitiful eyes always echoed in his mind.

He sighed. Although he was troubled by his forehead, he was still not enough to survive.

Turning around and walking back, taking out the burgers I bought while walking, I can help myself.

"Take it, eat." Old Otto handed the hamburger over, but the child's reaction was strange. Instead of taking it, he shrank his body inside.

Ok? Ok! ! As an old man, the old Otto was still caring. He thought that he was afraid of strangers, so he put the burger in front of him.

At this time he felt that a strange force field surrounded him. As the son of the Fenrir twins, he was also a mutant, but he developed and injected inhibitors according to his own blood characteristics, even if it was a research institute. The device could not detect that he was actually a mutant.

But when he was close to five meters in front of the child, a horror happened. The mutant cells in his body suddenly broke through the blockade of the inhibitory agent, and then he was completely suppressed by another force field in less than half a second. Go down.

Old Otto was certainly not an Omega-class mutant. He didn't know the changes in the cells in his body, but suddenly he could feel that a strange force made his mutant cells completely return to normal cells.

"This is?" He raised his left hand and wanted to see his own situation, but no matter how hard he tried, the ability he hated before seemed to disappear completely.

"God!" Although he is not a genius in research, the old Otto lived to be sixty years old. The basic logical relationship can still be clarified. This kid hiding in the trash can is a mutant, a person who has restrained surroundings. Super mutants.

Treasures, gifts of God, and many praises appeared in Old Otto's heart. He wanted to bring this child back to Worthington Institute. Perhaps his blood was a good medicine to remove mutant genes.

"Otto Strak?" Just when Old Otto was excited, he heard someone calling his name behind him.

He hurriedly turned his head and saw a few men and women with dark temperament and heavy makeup surrounding him around this corner.

Several people wore all kinds of messy accessories, a lot of nose rings and lip rings, like a group of street hooligans.

"I'll give you money and leave soon, otherwise I will call the police." Old Otto was not robbed for the first time. Normally, this is the case of ruining money and eliminating disasters. Street gangs also have their own rules and will not easily kill.

"You are not American, from Europe, do your relatives and friends have a baron?" Dickon Firth observed for a long time secretly, there was nothing different about the old Otto. He thought this guy should be an ordinary person. , After all, this year, there are not all supernaturalists all over the street. If even a sixty-year-old man is afraid, he will be ashamed.

After grasping the other party's whereabouts, Dickon Firth personally went into battle to arrest the person~www.wuxiaspot.com~Baron? ..." Some of the letters, records, and diaries of the Fenrir twins were in the hands of Old Otto. He knew from clues that his ancestor was a German baron. In his opinion, this baron should have died long ago.

He is sixty years old, his neck is buried, and with his gray hair, he calls another person Grandpa? It's totally impossible.

The question is, does his grandfather have any inside stories? A group of street hooligans came to ask their ancestors in the middle of the night?

The old Otto did a lifetime study, and he was definitely not as good as Dickon Firth in dealing with people. The subtle change in his eyes was discovered by the vampire.

"Haha, it seems that you know this baron, it's great, come with me." Dickon Firth slowly walked towards the old Otto.

"Don't come here, I'll shoot again!" The old man took out a pistol from his back, and pointed his wrist tremblingly at Dickon Firth.

The vampires laughed loudly. They had sharp eyes and were sensitive to breath. The old man used ordinary bullets. This pistol was not a demon-breaking weapon. Not to mention the power and speed of the vampire, even if it hits the body, it will be muscled. Squeeze out.

I have never heard of a vampire killed by ordinary bullets these years.

Dickon Firth was stimulated by Wanda and Kuaiyin one after another recently, and now he finally found a sense of superiority in the old Otto. He pressed on step by step, the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters, and he walked slowly in.

Ok? The sudden strange force field made him feel a tremor in his cells. He still didn't understand what was going on. Old Otto's gun went off.

With a muffled "bang", old Otto's muzzle sparked. Naturally, he and a researcher had no good marksmanship, but the distance between the two parties was so close, it was impossible to miss.

Dickon Firth looked down at the blood hole in his chest, his face full of disbelief.